By Tyler Smith
The unpleasant turn
As I sit on the
Soft silky sand , I watch
the quiet wave come hurtling in.
I could smell the salty mist of the
Ocean. Then I look around to see
nothing but water and a small bird
running along the shore looking for
something to eat. Then suddenly I see a Red
Crab sneak up on the brid like a cloud
Sneaking up on the sun. Crack! I could
hear the birds bones being ripped , you could
see water stained with the blood of
the bird…
by Ryan Knight
The Rivalry
I wake up Sunday morning and I know it’s going to be a good day,
The birds are chirping, the sun is shining, and everyone is smiling on their porch,
I pull out my cold phone to make sure my fantasy football lineup is perfect,
I was as nervous about the game as someone that gets stuck on an elevator,
Before I watch any football, I have to go to church,
Church felt the most long it has ever felt but after a couple hours, I’m home,
When I get home, I make a delicious toasted, ham, and cheese sandwich,
I take a seat in my usual spot on the couch and get ready to watch some football,
I see my players start to rack up some points for my team,
My lead on Peter starts to grow and grow until it starts to look like it’s over,
When some people start to realize the upset my phone starts going “Ding!”,
Fast forward to the end of the night and I ended up beating Peter by almost 50 points,
I never slept so well that night knowing I had won the most important game of the season
4, Ehring
The very pleasant beach
Was no more after the red
Water in the beach
The wild thunder
Roared as the day grew past
The long nights died out
The ocean rising
People screaming as it grew
Tsunami splashes
The lively forest
Croaking in woods river flows
Animals talking
By: Marissa Vicchio
Days on end, I speak beautifully,
producing sounds of anger, happiness, and fear,
but that is up to Elle.
Some days I want to feel happy and joyful,
producing cheerful noises,
but that is not up to me.
Elle is my best friend.
Every time she moves her warm and gentle fingers up and down my greasy and stiff keyboard,
I can always hear her fingers touching and tapping to the music.
Tomorrow I turn 107 years old.
My ivory keys are slowly turning yellow,
and some of my keys are hard and stiff,
needing maintenance and tuning,
but I still produce elegant music.
This past year Elle has rarely visited me,
but I patiently sit still waiting.
All I hear is the time ticking and tocking, as if it is slowly getting louder trying to haunt me.
I become anxious and scared,
wondering if Elle will come and visit.
I long to see Elle’s face one last time before she goes off to college,
but that is not up to me.
Jade Ocasio
Block 4, Ehring
It feels as if everything is swallowed by darkness
Everything breaks down, falling to pieces
All of your joyfulness and happiness shatters like glass
You are a never ending thunderstorm
Not understanding why your brain is wired this way
Monsters rise from the darkness and put you under their control
Your balance of good and bad has shifted
You break down and hurt yourself to get through the emotional pain
You try to show those around you that you are happy,
But sooner or later all of your demons claw their way out
You start to feel like your soul is locked away
Depressed feelings can destroy your soul,
To where you feel nothing
These feelings take control of you and lock you away into your own hell
The depressed thoughts/feelings taking over are like a fire,
Getting worse, getting bigger by the minute
My depression is a never ending hole that is leading me to a mysterious
Ending.
Reflection:
I was looking at the man,
I could tell he got a spray tan.
Looking through my telescope,
I could hear the chair croak.
He stole my striped socks,
They were soft but he had chicken pox.
He was reading a book,
I couldn’t help but look
Through my telescope.
The man look strange
Looking down the range
I got up and he saw me
I was gonna go pee
He picked up his cane
And looked through is scope
And shot…BANG!
I could feel the bullet in my leg
I fell down and bled
I could see my telescope
And he dragged me to his house
And ate my head like a cantaloupe.
Remember the waves
Just like you they have highs and lows
But they never complain or stop,
Yet they all have a breaking point
Just like you
Remember the tides
As they come and go
So do you
Too and fro
Remember the waves.
For they are just like you.
By: Kiran Smitka
All over the world people stand for their rights
As the country splits hands of peace join
Stories come out and conspiracies are planted
People nervous to step outside
Parents refusing to let go of their children
Promises made, hearts broken
Children crying out for their lives
Solutions that benefit the media are discussed
Pictures surf the internet
There is only a problem when a child shows up to school with a issue in their hand
More and more cries for help
The parent continues to worry
The teacher continues to teach
The child continues to be scared
More problems rise above the surface
Only grasped to talk about for a moment
Then released and vanished into thin air
Then to be forgotten
By: Annabelle Brennan
Humor tells you what to do
Why can’t you just be you?
Humor stares at you waiting for you to speak
But sometimes you just can’t make the words leek
Humor gets you through the day
Even when you hit the hay
Humor is always there
Sometimes it’s just best to share
Humor won’t go away
It lets you know It’s here to stay
Humor is as useful as a car
Humor is a shooting star
Humor makes you laugh
Humor is like a delicate craft
ANSWERS FOR QUESTIONS
1.) The poem type I chose to use was a Emotion poem.
2.) The reason I chose this emotion was because I concsider my self a funny person and I thought that I could write about this easily.
3.) The tone of my poem is demanding.
4.) The theme of my poem is humor is always around us.
5.) “humor tells you what to do” is an example of a personafication. This helps contribute to the tone because it is saying that humor is demanding. “Humor stares at you waiting for you to speak” is personifaction as well and it helps contribute to the the tone the same way as the first example.
6.) I revised by adding a metaphore because I needed one in my poem and did not have one. I also revised by substituting technology for cars in my simile. I added this because I could not think of anything to rhyme with “technology” and so I thought cars got the same point across
7.) It was very easy to write my poem except for metaphores.
8.) I am very satisfied with my poem because I think it shows my skills as a writer.
By: Vivienne Doan
I may not say anything.
But I do notice everything.
Constantly around people that I call my friends.
They act as if i’m invisible.
Pretending i’m not there.
Like i’m a stranger to them.
Feeling the need to lash out.
Praying that something will make me explode.
Matches being lit inside of me.
But it all burns out in the end.
My heart made of glass.
But my mind is stone.
Tearing me into pieces.
What we had has gone to waste.
1. I published an inspired by poem.
2. The source for my inspired by poem was a song called “lovely” by Billie Eilish ft. Khalid. I chose to do this song because it matched my theme and I can relate to it.
3. The tone of my poem is lonely.
4. The theme of my poem is how friends can impact a person.
5.
Quote one: “My heart is made of glass.”
Type of figurative language: The type of figurative language demonstrated in this line is personification.
How it contributes to tone and theme development: The quote demonstrates how someone’s heart can be delicate.
Quote two: “Matches being lit inside of me.”
Type of figurative language: The type of figurative language demonstrated in this line is metaphor.
How it contributes to tone and theme development: The quote demonstrates how angry a person can feel when their friends are making them unhappy.
6.
Revision one: In line seven, I changed “yell” to “lash.”
Revision two: I substituted “Like i’m not there” to “They act as if i’m invisible.”
7. This poem was easy to write because it is something I can relate to a lot.
8. On a scale of 1-10 I am a 10, i’m satified with this poem because it is something I worked hard on and it came from my heart.